BlaqueCatt Posted February 13, 2016 Share Posted February 13, 2016 Name: Tyler Madden Nickname(s): Ty Age: 26 Species: Human Height: 5ft 9in Birthday: January 9th Sexuality: Homosexual Hair Color: Reddish orange (Originally light brown) Eye Color: Chocolate brown (Wears contacts to make them red) Extra: He wears white to look professional and black and brown to keep himself camouflaged in with his dark surroundings, wears bright colors when he's not doing something special. Personality: Controlling, manipulative, outgoing, psychotic, needy, daring, loud, opinionated, sociopath, and short tempered. Likes: Being chased, attention, nighttime, naive people, control, and inducing fear. Dislikes: Being lectured, seafood, duller colors, early mornings, and being ignored. Occupation: None Bio: Tyler always showed homocidal tendencies towards animals, slowly killing them. He was never caught as a kid and grew up, beginning to kill the people around him. He studied people, analyzing how to fit in. He camouflaged his true identity with a mask he would put on. Behind the scenes he brutally tortured his victims, killing them slowly. His victims were always hard to track down, hell, they couldn't even identify the person he killed until weeks later when he was in the clear. No one could ever link him to a killing, he was too innocent and naive in everyone's eyes. He enjoyed the thrill of being chased by everyone around him, trying to find the mysterious killer. Name: Darcy Blake / Agent Blake / "CC" Age: 25 Personality: Darcy is a very quiet, introverted young man. He takes everything extremely seriously and is unable to understand jokes or sarcasm. He appears stoic and distant, perhaps even cold, and is difficult to become close to. Even though he always seems calm and collected, he is actually quite sensitive and cases almost always become personal. He is determined and stubborn and is known to throw himself into his work until he exhausts himself. He is extremely intelligent and was able to become an FBI agent at a young age due to the skill show while he was in the academy. He is very fast and has a lot of stamina, so he is always the one stuck with the chase, and he also had a very accurate shot. He has spent a lot of time practicing hand to hand combat to make up for his small size. He is the "little brother" of his team, who see each other as family. He hates the nickname "CC" that his teammates call him by. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlaqueCatt Posted February 23, 2016 Author Share Posted February 23, 2016 "Oh, Darcy! Could you help me--" The young blonde woman let out a short yelp as she staggered, biting her lip in concentration as she tried to balance a tray of drinks in her hands. Darcy looked up from the file he had been reading and immediately stood up from the desk, gently taking the tray from her before she dropped it. The cardboard tray was relatively heavy, and it bent slightly inward as he carried it over to an empty table. The woman followed him, a sheepish smile on her face as she thanked him. "You're welcome," he replied, giving her a small smile in return. He wasn't the best at socializing, and talking to people about things other than work was always awkward for him, but Emily was very polite and understanding of his difficulties, even if she was a bit too bubbly for his taste. What really made him like her was the fact that she called him Darcy rather than CC, that stupid nickname that Vincent had given him when he had first joined the team two years ago. "Have you found anything out since I left?" she asked, tilting her head as she watched Darcy search the tray for his own drink. He was relieved to find "Darcy" written in black ink on the cup of black coffee rather than "CC," which is what he found whenever Vincent went on coffee runs, and lifted his cup out of the tray, taking a cautious sip before responding. "Nothing yet. Trevor is working on the geographical profile, and Vincent is out canvasing the area with local law enforcement. As for my profile..." He put down the cup of coffee and turned around, walking over to his temporary desk and picking up a few pieces of paper from the file. Emily followed him with a curious expression on her face. Everyone on her team had some specialty - she handled public relations, Vincent was the brawn, Trevor was the geographical profiler, Mark was their leader, and Natalie was their tech wizard - but she was particularly interested in Darcy's behavioral profiling. Sometimes it was scary just how accurate he could be, both when determining someone's personality and when shooting a target. "...I know that he's male, and that he's young, in his mid to late twenties. He's methodical enough not to leave evidence behind and to avoid being seen, but the way he kills show that he is angry and sadistic. The conflicting behaviors have me believe that he's a sociopath that was recently triggered by some traumatic event." Emily opened her mouth to ask a question, but they were interrupted by the sound of a phone vibrating. Darcy took his phone out of his pocket and put it to his ear. "Agent Blake." "CC!" It was Vincent. Darcy inwardly scowled at the nickname. "We have another body." The young man's body stiffened, and his dark gray eyes narrowed. "We're on our way." He hung up and grabbed his coffee before heading for the door. Emily didn't need to ask what had happened - she may not be a profiler, but she had known Darcy long enough to be able to tell when something was wrong - and she followed him wordlessly. Darcy and Emily arrived at the scene shortly after the coroner. They ducked under the yellow caution tape and joined Vincent next to the body, which had been dumped on the side of a parking lot. Darcy stared down at the corpse, his expression blank aside from his steely gaze. The victim had been stabbed multiple times in the chest, like the others before them, and their face was completely unrecognizable, having been stabbed so violently that all that was left was red mush. Emily visibly swallowed, and stepped out of the way to allow the coroner to pass by. "Time of death?" Darcy asked the dark-skinned man beside him. "Early this morning, around one o'clock," Vincent replied, his jaw clenched. Darcy knew what he was thinking: We have to catch this son of a bitch. "I assume there's no identification on the body?" Vincent nodded his confirmation, and Darcy crouched down next to the body, holding up a hand to stop the coroner from covering the body with a sheet. He slipped on a pair of blue latex gloves and turned the corpse's head towards him. "We might be able to get dental records off this one," he muttered; maybe they could finally get a lead. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raychu Posted February 23, 2016 Share Posted February 23, 2016 Tyler stared at the two men in front of the crime scene, watching them closely. The killer always stayed around to watch the detectives and their reactions. Sometimes they would vomit, other times they would be calm and collected. But it was always the same with one guy, Darcy Blake. He was so serious, so boring to the eye's view. He wasn't anything special, but Tyler still had his attention on him. Not because he was special, but because he was extremely plain. The agent was so plain that he was noticeable, how intriguing. Tyler stared at the dead body that lay on the cold ground, a catlike grin forming on his face. Only a few ours ago he was brutally torturing a middle aged woman. She whined and cried, her screams so luscious. But she didn't last long, only about thirty minutes, the shortest one yet. She lost consciousness so Tyler decided to quickly finish the job. Playtime is always over when they blackout, though it gets quite boring with the silence filling the air. He only left about three teeth in the mouth, giving a gift to the agents in front of him. Perhaps they could identify this one easier than the others. They must be grateful he did such a kind act. Tyler laughed at his own sarcasm, covering his mouth quickly. Hoping no one heard him. It didn't matter if anyone did, he'd just be upset his cop show was over. He wasn't far from them, he could've been easily heard. He didn't hide from buildings, he was out in the open, but unseen. Invisible to the human eyes, being looked over, but unnoticed. It was an amazing ability he had to hide from everyone in the world, yet be noticed through some other form. Killing. Everyone saw him when he killed, not him personally, but they mentally knew the boy. But it wasn't enough to stop at one, the more he killed the less he'd go unnoticed. It only natural for him to feed into the attention, positive or negative. Tyler pulled a couple coins out of his pocket, dropping on the ground with the clanging of metal echoing through. He wanted them to look over and see nothing. For one of them to try and find the bringer of the noise. He could lure them yes. This was a great plan. All he had to do was get one of the over here. He kept dropping the coins in a path towards himself, but he hid. In a dumpster? That's gross. He hid in the obvious shadow behind the dumpster but his clothes camouflaged him in. Unseen, unnoticed, unwanted. The three words that meant the world to him. He was unseen, he was unnoticed, and he was unwanted. He'd make himself be wanted by everyone. He heard the approaching of footsteps, this was going to be fun. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlaqueCatt Posted February 24, 2016 Author Share Posted February 24, 2016 The young agent gently pried the corpse's mouth open with his thumb so that he could take a closer look at the remaining teeth - it didn't take much effort, what with the jaw hanging limply, as though it were about to fall off. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the three bloody teeth attached to the roof of the corpse's mouth. The perp has never left anything we could use to identify the victim before now, and this is the first time he's dumped a body in such a public area. Is he escalating, or just getting cocky? His left fist, which was resting on his knee, clenched at the thought that they were being played with. It happened often enough, killers turning their chase into a game, but it didn't irritate him any less because it was the norm. What kind of person treats people's lives as a toy? He stood up and pulled off his gloves, tossing them into a nearby trashcan. The coroner covered the body with a sheet, and with the help of two assistants, he loaded the corpse onto a gurney and began to wheel it towards the van. Darcy sighed through his nose, turning to face his fellow agents. On his right, Emily was talking to one of the local officers, and on his right, Vincent was on the phone with Mark, their boss. "Yeah, we got another one." The African American man's lips were tight, and his dark brown eyes were glaring at the ground as if it were the culprit. "He left teeth this time - only three, not enough for a full record, but it's a start." A very bad start, Darcy thought. He made to follow up with the coroner when he heard a soft dinging sound come from farther down the parking lot. Everyone at the scene froze and turned to look at the same time. Two coins rolled across the rocky pavement before clattering to a stop. There was no obvious source, and it sent everyone's senses on high alert. Darcy raised his hand for silence, then nodded to Vincent without removing his gaze from the coins. The older man began to cautiously make his way towards the dumpster further down the parking lot. Darcy was right behind him, his gun out and ready to fire. If it's the perp, he thought, then I left out a crucial detail in the profile. If he's revisiting the crimes, then this may be more personal than I originally thought. They were nearing the dumpster. It must be him. He's taunting us. I was right. Vincent stepped around the dumpster and for a moment didn't seem to notice Tyler's presence. Then he heard Darcy's gun click as he aimed, and his eyes locked on the killer's form. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, towering over Tyler at 6'3" with an incredibly muscular torso. "Come out, slowly, and explain yourself." He, too, seemed to have come to the same conclusion as Darcy. The young agent studied Tyler carefully, taking in his hair, his eyes, his height, his ethnicity, his age. Red, brown, significantly taller than Darcy, who stood at 5'4", white, and in his mid to late twenties. He fit the profile, that was for sure. Darcy crept slightly closer, his gun pointed at Tyler's thigh; if he shot, it would be to cripple, not kill. Their eyes met, and suddenly Darcy paused, his eyes widening only a fraction as realization dawned on him. This man had been at every crime scene. The man behind the dumpster had been at every crime scene, but he had seemed so normal, so inconspicuous, that no one, not even Darcy, who was a trained observer, had noticed him except for a passing glance. It had to be him. There was no mistaking it. Rather than berate himself for not recognizing the pattern sooner, which he would do later, when he was alone in his apartment with his headphones on, he stood so that he could get a better view of the situation. The killer seemed to smirk at him, and Darcy tensed, ready to give chase if the other moved. They always ran, and he was the smallest and the fastest, so it was always him who had to follow. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raychu Posted February 24, 2016 Share Posted February 24, 2016 Tyler looked up at the man who had been led over. If he were to try and fight the guy, he'd surely lose. Vincent was muscular, Tyler was scrawny and weak. He was only ever stronger with a weapon to add power. Power could induce fear, fear could paralyze, he could continue the rest from there. But he had no weapon, he was unarmed unlike the detectives around him. Where had his knife gone? Let's just say he is always quick to dispose of it, passing it on to other people like a gift. He wasn't scared of the men though, fearing death and control would shatter his image. He was the one who induced that kind of fear, he taught himself the ways of control and power being used in a tormenting way. He would never be afraid of something he used, it was a tactic for detectives to use in intimidation. Power and control create fear. Tyler stood up, looking Darcy over. He had a gun pointed at him, but that was to be expected, he was an intruder at the crime scene after all. The problem was, he didn't know what to do now. He got the attention of the detectives, that was good, now he needed to actually say something. Nothing was particularly planned out, it never was. But geniuses didn't always plan for greatness to happen, so it was fine. Darcy was smaller than him, but he was quick like a cat. He had speed and power, unlike most of the brutes that stood around. He looked between both of them, his eyes flickering from one to the other. He could try and play the scared act, but he wasn't good at performing. They had no evidence on him to hold him in a cell. They could question him but they couldn't hold him in detainment unless they had a warrant. They could take him into custody under probable cause but without any evidence he was free within 24 hours at the least. He was still safe. Tyler walked out of the shadows, holding his hands up, his movements slow. Words needed to come out of his mouth, he needed to create a believable lie. He was desperate to come up with something, he had never actually made contact with the men until now. "I live around here. I was just passing through," he is voice meek. His looked over at the body, scrunching up his face. They were touching his masterpiece so roughly, how rude. He turned away, pretending to look sickly after staring at the body. "I... didn't think their was a dead person." He grabbed his stomach, dry-heaving, acting like he was about to puke. His red eyes wandered over their faces, no sympathy, no emotion. He wasn't fooling them, new plan. "You surely couldn't think I did it? I don't even have a weapon! Check me officers. I was hiding behind this dumpster because I was scared!" Lying wasn't his best trait, but he could manage to squeak by with the right words. Tyler looked over at Darcy, the gun still on him. "Sir, could you please point that thing away from me? I hate guns," he mumbled. Guns failed you, they could falter at any given moment. They were weak and useless. Knives were much better. They broke, but if you treated them with care then they could last years before breaking from the handle. Knives were trustworthy unlike the guns that would backfire on you eventually. The new plan didn't work, they both seemed to continue suspecting him. No, Vincent's face softened, but not Darcy's. His never did, he was so boring. Tyler had to find a way to play this off. Perhaps he made a mistake by bringing them over. He could always run. Running was a fun thing to do. The redhead could go for a good wild goose chase. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlaqueCatt Posted August 9, 2016 Author Share Posted August 9, 2016 Darcy raised a disbelieving eyebrow at Tyler's performance, completely unimpressed. It's no wonder he didn't try to contact us earlier. He's terrible at acting, and at lying. It was becoming clear that the killer had indeed become overconfident, but was not prepared in the slightest to deal with a police confrontation. The black-haired agent took a few steps forward, his gun still aimed at Tyler despite the red-head asking him to point it away. Because he was using both hands to grip the gun and keep it steady, he tilted his head toward Vincent. The dark-skinned man seemed confused for a moment, then nodded in understanding and pulled out his badge, flashing it to the young man pressed up against the dumpster. "FBI," Darcy said in his monotonous voice; he had a feeling that Tyler already knew that they weren't normal cops, but in the off chance he hadn't figured it out yet, the knowledge would increase the severity of the situation, and that intimidation might just lead to the killer messing up again. "I want you to step out into the alley with your hands in the air. No sudden movements." If Tyler ran, then Darcy's suspicions would be confirmed, Tyler would incriminate himself, and he would have permission to shoot, both to injure and to kill. Vincent appeared to still be on the fence about whether Tyler had the potential to be guilty or not, but he trusted Darcy's profiling skills after two years of working with him and seeing his abilities in action. His profile was almost always right. "We're just going to take you down to the station and ask you some questions, okay? You're not in trouble." The 'yet' hung in the air, causing it to become thick with tension. "Is everything all right?" Emily called from further down the alley; she too had her gun drawn, as did the police officers who had reported the body. At the moment, they were guarding both of the alley's exits, just in case the suspect tried to run. Darcy stared deeply into Tyler's eyes for several moments, his steely gray gaze searching, wariness and curiosity lurking behind his blank facade. His eyes narrowed a fraction, and then he called back, still not taking his eyes off of Tyler, "We're fine, Emily. We have a suspect." At that moment, Darcy took a step back and Vincent approached the red-haired young man, holding up both hands as if surrendering. "I'm just going to put my hand on your shoulder and lead you to the van," he said, speaking with a calm, casual tone. "I don't see any need for handcuffs. But if you struggle or try to run, I won't have a choice. Got it? If you behave this will be quick and painless; you'll be in and out of the station in no time." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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